~ Enter the Youngling~
The sounds of engagement had long since reached his ears, and with one great, pocket-enhanced leap, Shift blasted himself over the fire in the distance. As he fell among the heat, ash flittering around his dropping form, he spotted a Sentinel. He'd had only one incursion with these mechanic killers, from which he had learned a lot. As he reached the ground, his second force pocket parried him away, launching him straight at the Sentinel from behind. And his foot crashed into the mechanic head with a slicing crack that sounded so beautiful to his ears.
His red skin, the color brought out in times of adrenaline and excitement, only accentuated his lightning-fast movements as he pummeled the Sentinel down, chipping away at it like a saw. Though his clothes couldn't be correctly viewed at his speed, when he stopped he would be seen wearing a simple white wife-beater shirt, tan shorts, black Airforce sneakers, and black, fingerless gloves.
One Sentinel down, and Shift turned to scan the surroundings. Nearby he saw a small group of mutants, but he was cautious. They were battling Sentinels, but what if they turned out to be hostile towards him as well... And so the young mutant crouched where he was, amidst the flames.